I am a stubborn person and work for the evil god to fight against female prostitution.

After a while, he said,

"Do you want to see and see?"

But the arrogance of the aristocracy may disappoint you.

As for the Holy Level, just a glance from afar could provoke them.

"Why is this so? Mr. Crowvis.

It is rumored that the Holy Rank has partially transcended the realm of human beings.

Why should we bother with our offense?

Not to mention that it is not offensive at first glance.

"Stinky boy! It is beyond the body rather than

the mind! In some ways, the mind of the Holy Class may be more 'simple' and 'naïve'.

The so-called rumors in your mind are probably the nonsense of drunks in taverns, or the nonsense of bards.

You should really be looking for a story worth listening to to kill time.

When you have time, go to the Adventurers' Guild to hang up a commission and find a professional.

They can tell you a bunch of more reliable news than that, and it may cost you a few silver coins.

If you can drink, you'll hear more and make friends along the way. "

It's... This," the young man muttered, "

I, I didn't think about it... It was that simple.

"That's the life experience.

"

But then again.

Smaller characters like them also know one-sided information.

Do you want to know about the Holy Order?

I think a high-level mage who knows everything will help you.

With that, Senior Mage Clauvis glanced at him casually.

"Will you tell me?" said Hart, in surprise.

"What do you want in exchange?" you see, I'm alone now—"

The young man tugged in his pocket.

"Is a gold coin enough

?" "Fool! I am not short of money, do you think I am begging from you?

I need a minion! a minion! Do you understand?"

"Mr. Clauvis," Hart raised his childish face.

"The people of Rheinberg are never inferior.

"That's a good habit, Hart, and I want you to keep it up.

Clauvis waved.

A gentle breeze blows, the wind speed is soothing, but the force is not small.

The breeze easily broke Hart's palm and put the gold coin he had pulled back into his pocket.

This precise magic control really surprised the nineteen-year-old man.

"Of course, at the same time, you must shake off your stubborn temper.

There is no shame in being a servant of a priest. It's not like I can't find minions.

It's just that he was unfortunately lost in a dangerous attack before.

After that, I vowed never to find ordinary people as servants again.

You know, Hart.

Seven years ago, Briennia, where we live, was the 'Land of the Forbidden Law'.

Although the ban has been lifted now, there are not many mages here, and even fewer are advanced.

Follow me, and you will be treated no less than a servant of the Baron. "

But—"

Hart hesitated.

He didn't want to give up his insistence easily, but he felt that Mr. Clauis was right.

"Well, let's take it one step at a time. I practice equivalent exchange.

First of all, I will tell you about the conditions for promotion to the Holy Order, and then you will be my servant for seven days.

How's that for later?" thought

Hart, that would be much easier.

"I agree!"

"Very good, wise decision.

"Please tell me now!"

he exclaimed.

However, Crowis just patted him on the shoulder.

"That's good. Before that, though, I want to wait a little longer.

Hart, you stand up a little bit, yes, come a little more. The

young man was a little confused, but he still obediently walked over.

"What's wrong?sir?"

"Hart, you're a junior professional, aren't you?"

"Yes. "

Then use the technique of 'perceiving magic' more, and don't ask about everything!

Then, I'm afraid you'll lose your place in my heart. Hart

, from Rheinberg, immediately calmed down and closed his eyes.

As Clauvis said, the signs are clear.

Abundant magic swirls and dances in that square space.

The speed is getting faster and faster, condensing into a beam of light that lingers back and forth.

Discovery is discovery, but what does this mean?

Hart doesn't understand.

But he basically had a guess.

Powerful magic unleashes an amazing sense of presence.

The distortion widened, and the sound of the water grew louder.

Pedestrians on the side of the road have moved out of the way, those behind have stopped, and those in front can't help but look back.

Hart is no exception.

"Is the teleportation going to be complete?" he

couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, Clauvis's calm and sophisticated voice came, but it was not the answer to his question.

"Hart, you'd better close your eyes. "

Why?"

he soon knew.

As if the sun was setting, an extremely bright white light came!

Hart, who was staring at the cube space without blinking, cried out 'ah' and covered his eyes with his hands.

"It hurts, Am I blind, Mr. Clovis!" "I

regret that the answer is no.

Hart felt his fingers tap into his eyes.

The icy spring water gushing from his fingertips washed his wounds and pain.

The effect of the 'Water Healing Technique' performed by a high-level mage is outstanding.

Soon, Hart opened his eyes again.

There was no feeling of injury at all, and it was even brighter than before.

"Sir, is this?"

Hart, the first thing I hope you'll learn from this is: do what you are told, whenever and wherever you are told.

Take this rule as a subconscious action, and you'll feel much better.

"Do you mean, things like this happen so often?"

Clauis smiled at the young man's slightly childish question, instead of answering it directly.

"Hart, don't forget, I'm a mage. The

young man was unhappy with this ambiguous answer.

He was about to continue asking.

Clauvis, however, seemed to have guessed his thoughts.

He held out his fingers, leaned down and whispered

, "Look over there, boy, the man you're waiting for is coming out soon."

Hart quickly turned his head.

The magic in the space is condensed to the extreme and dissipates in an instant.

The vision vanished, and two figures appeared in the white light.

It did come out.

And much more than he could have imagined.

The body

is tall and plump, and the eyebrows are engraved with the mark of a dull red lotus.

Those emerald green eyes were like deep pools in the valley, and they were looking around vigilantly at this time.

Next to her was a young girl who had not grown up, petite and cute.

The appearance is like a veil, giving people a feeling that it is not real.

It's just that he always has a smile on his face, and he seems to be easy to get close to.

But that's just easy to be her friend, and it's not easy to really get into her heart.

For some reason, Hart just feels that way.

He lowered his voice as low as he could

, "Mr. Clauvis, those two young ladies are actually saint-ranked,

could it be a lie?"

As soon as the words fell, the blonde-haired one frowned.

His gaze caught his figure like lightning!

Captured by her fierce momentum, Hart froze in place, not daring to move.

"Don't say it so loudly!Fool!

You think they're far enough away that they can't hear?"

scolded, High Mage Clauvis.

He made a gesture to show that he had no ill intentions.

The two girls whispered something to each other, and then walked together towards the city gate.

"Are they going into town too

?" "Hart, can you do anything other than say stupid things and get into trouble?"

"Sir, I can keep you safe. "

You're a warrior?"

"No, I'm a scout, or a sentinel.

"Then don't say that kind of stupid thing.

Enemies I can't defeat can easily clean you up.

"So, what am I responsible for?"

Clauis tossed his backpack at the dazed young man.

"You're carrying a bag.

Also, until you have a thorough understanding of what to say and what not to say...

I advise you to keep your mouth shut.

With that, Clauvis, who had unloaded his load, strode forward.

Carrying and carrying bags

, with a sad face, Hart panted and followed behind him.

"However, you promised to tell me the secrets of the Holy Order. "

I'll wait until I'm in town and settled." "

Do you want to share your secrets with your audience outside the city?"

"

Do you have food and shelter for your work package?"

"Of course. Hart, don't say such stupid things, of course.

Hart was in good spirits, but his pace was inevitably getting slower and slower, and he eventually distanced himself from Clauvis.

"Why is your bag so heavy,

I think, at least three times heavier than the big guy behind me

!" "Triple that's wrong!" Hart," said Clauvis, without replying, "

I think five times is more appropriate."

"Five-fold?!Are you trying to exhaust me?"

"Young people need to exercise, don't shout tired at every turn." "

I was trying to ask, how did you do that?"

"I'm a mage, Hart. It's a good idea to keep this in mind before you ask.

At least keep in mind until we part.

"Okay. The

young man hung his head listlessly and followed him with his luggage on his back.